Unaddressed Poems - Poems about Unaddressed

... I watched the porch lights flicker on for them— the laughter soft, the timing always right. The chairs were full. I hovered at the stem of every plan, then vanished with the night. A window cra......

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...I lay so seemingly far away from here In the sleeping bag of my dreams Where ever do I come from Going exactly where, I wonder Especially seeing nothing... is As was thought it to be seen.......

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...Regret! What do I learn? When the world shifts And someone's gone, Leaving a void Their absence lingers, A ghost in the air, Unnoticed, unheard, Until it dawns... The wave crashes down......

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... Drama am I dreaming? or is this Deja Vu. To be or not to participate in one's drama. Players of this game called life played by people residing in this society. A simple hello oftentimes end......

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... My depression is deep and dark and many mile's wide, As the oceans I've swam, where other's have simply just died. A little about the mental health professional people I've met And yes I still......

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... A Political Opinion Miracle Man 7/27/2023 Our voices are not yet audible enough, to tickle the ears of the ones in power. Those who care choose not to rebuff, and upon confrontatio......

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...Sunday’s an auspicious day to suggest that you, as a student, take a recess In order to try and decompress from our studying and stress Now, of course, if you’re so possessed, or some might ev......

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...Lying on the floor, no comfort found The not right noises all around Contemplate the ease I had before No comfort found lying on the floor No word of praise, just not impressed My friends say ......

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...If That's what you think is best without voice, without thought, something's wrong unexpressed. Spoken out loud, leading some one else to decide what is best. Questioned by you are like me just......

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...My poetry reflects so much that moves me in the world... It's a combination of my experience and feelings and emotions; and my perception and interpretation of the feelings and emotions other people ......

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...Mother thought me gone. She wrote cryptic notes left them in the mailbox unaddressed. Occasionally she thought me dead or travelling in a dangerous land being held hostage by hostile tribesmen......

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...I have endlessly miss us in past best; Time has eaten up my distant worry, Do not grow weary of my silly quest. You miss it too like how dream's forte arrest, Eyes blur pictures to fulfilling s......

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...and I close my eyes to consider how perfect this little universe that we’ve created this tiny bubble that holds just you and i its perfect balance of comfort and mystery knowns and unknown......

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...The heavy curtain, refusing to be moved, is slowly forced aside by those who understand hidden scenes and private dialog few audiences have experienced. Inch by inch the rusty gromets slide on......

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...` Even in darkness, when a moonless sky preaches fear from a pulpit of shadows pointing elongated fingers… when walls crumble into a rubble strewn alleyway and graffiti issues spray paint......

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